All Chapters of The Mistress: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Victoria was in the middle of sorting through some paperwork when she heard the soft knock on her door. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready for another conversation with Rita, but with a deep breath, she stood up and walked to the door.Opening it, she found Rita standing there, her posture tense but her eyes searching for something—perhaps understanding, perhaps peace.“Rita,” Victoria said, a little uncertain.“Can I come in?” Rita asked, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.Victoria stepped aside, allowing Rita to enter. She could tell that there was something different about her today—something more open. She gestured to the couch. “Have a seat.”Rita sat down, looking around the room before meeting Victoria’s gaze. “I didn’t come here to cause trouble, Victoria. I wanted to talk… to apologize.”Victoria folded her arms, still unsure of where this conversation would go. “I didn’t think I’d hear that from you.”Rita let out a small sigh, her voice almost a whisper. “I

The opening night of Victoria’s art exhibit was a whirlwind of emotions. The gallery was alive with conversations, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses as guests milled about, admiring her work. The walls were adorned with the vibrant, raw pieces that had been years in the making. Each canvas told a story—of struggles, triumphs, and everything in between. Victoria had poured her soul into every stroke of paint, and tonight, that passion was finally on display for the world to see.Zander had arrived early, eager to support her. He was standing by her side, his pride evident as he watched her interact with the guests. The people in the room, artists and critics alike, were buzzing with praise for her work. Victoria had been nervous at first, unsure if her art would be received well. But as the night went on, her doubts melted away.“Your work is incredible,” one of the critics said, his voice filled with admiration as he took in the details of one of her larger pieces. “There’s a

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore echoed in the quiet house as Daniel sat on the porch, staring out at the horizon. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the garden, painting everything in shades of orange and pink. It was peaceful here, in a way that felt both foreign and familiar. For the first time in a long time, Daniel felt the weight of his own thoughts settle, no longer pressing against his chest like a constant burden.He’d spent years running. Running from his mistakes, from the choices he had made, and from the consequences of a life lived too recklessly. But now, as he sat alone, watching the sunset, something inside him shifted.“Maybe this is what I need,” he murmured to himself, letting the thought sink in. Maybe he didn’t have to keep chasing after things that didn’t matter anymore.He was alone, and yet, for the first time, he wasn’t lonely.A car pulled into the driveway, snapping him from his thoughts. Daniel didn’t need to look up to know

The soft afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. Victoria sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her as she gazed out the window, lost in thought.She had spent so much of her life trying to figure out who she was and where she belonged. She had spent years resenting her mother, Rita, for things that had happened in their past, but now, she found herself in a place where understanding, though still delicate, was beginning to bloom.The doorbell rang, pulling Victoria from her thoughts. She straightened up, wiping the faintest trace of tears from her eyes. It had been a quiet day, one where memories had bubbled up, and the weight of everything that had transpired felt heavier than usual. But there was something in her that told her this day would be different.She opened the door to find Rita standing there, a gentle smile on her face. There was no anger or resentment, just a tentative peace in her expression that made Victoria pause.“Ma

Ethan sat at the kitchen table, his small hands gripping a crayon as he carefully drew shapes on the piece of paper in front of him. His tongue stuck out in concentration as he shaded in a house, a tree, and a bright sun in the corner. Victoria watched him from the counter, a warm smile tugging at her lips.Zander, who had just finished making breakfast, placed a plate of pancakes in front of her before sitting down next to Ethan. He ruffled Ethan’s hair, his touch gentle. “How’s the masterpiece coming along, buddy?”Ethan beamed up at him, his eyes sparkling with pride. “It’s almost done! I’m going to make it perfect, just like you said.”Victoria couldn’t help but chuckle at his determination. It had been like this for weeks now—Ethan was always eager to learn, to create, to take on new challenges. Ever since they moved into the house, he had become more energetic, more confident. He was flourishing, thriving in this environment that was filled with love, safety, and encouragement.